All Chapters of Your Life Comes Before Mine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

On the opulent cruise ship, gold decorations glittered and lights blazed.After returning from freshening my makeup, I overheard Carlo Altieri—Don of the Altieri famiglia and the man I was soon to marry—speaking with other members of the mafia."Don Altieri, you're sure to win the wager with Don Fabio.""Yeah. You personally trained Ms. Santoro—she wouldn't dare go against you. Even if you were to flirt with a dancer in front of her, she'd act like she didn't see a thing.""I remember that rainy day when Don Altieri wanted to fool around with a dancer in the car. Ms. Santoro drove the car for him and stood outside in the rain, waiting for him to finish before heading home.""It's truly enviable, Don Altieri. You must teach us. Where can one find a well-behaved girlfriend like Ms. Santoro?"Through the door, I heard Carlo chuckle softly before saying, "She loves me. Naturally, she sees me as her master. No matter what I do, she'll never leave.""Speaking of which, Ms. Santoro has

Carlo had never seen me like this before and was momentarily at a loss for how to comfort me. His movements were a little clumsy, but his voice was incredibly gentle. "I'm sorry I was late. Please don't cry. If you stop crying, I'll do anything."Wen, seeing you cry breaks my heart."Carlo was usually domineering, and anyone who saw him like this would be shocked. After all, who'd believe that a once-promiscuous Don could now humbly coax a woman? The woman who hurt me was the same. She went completely mad seeing this side of Carlo, screaming, "Carlo, our engagement was something you agreed to and something my Nonno acknowledged! You can't just abandon me like this!"Carlo didn't even glance her way. "Anna Fiore, if you want to make such a scene, I don't mind having a chat with your Padre."Anna instantly shut up, not daring to make a sound.Carlo picked me up and carried me back to the room. The family doctors came in shortly after to treat my wounds.However, my tears wouldn

By the time I finished praying and left the church, it was already late at night.I saw Lucaro standing to the side, quietly watching the entrance. This scene made me think of the times he used to wait for me while I shopped.I had always enjoyed looking at every new item in a store. He wasn't interested, but he would just stand there, waiting for me.Back then, with him standing quietly to the side, I thought he was unromantic and dull.Now, looking back, I realized that what we had was beautiful. Lucaro loved me too much, and that love truly filled every little detail of our past life together.It was also because of that love that he now found it hard to ascend to heaven, leaving him only as a faint spirit lingering by my side.Unfortunately, I was "cold-hearted and unfaithful", having fallen for his rival soon after his death.Even so, for the past three years, he had never let go of his obsession with me. It wasn't until he heard about Carlo and me discussing marriage recen

I was too frantic to carefully consider Lucaro's words. The word "assasination" cast a shadow over me, making me forget everything else in that moment.I followed Enzo all the way to the spot where Carlo had fallen, where spent bullet casings and scattered droplets of blood were on the ground.It all painfully reminded me of the scene from three years ago when Lucaro was assassinated.Enzo stood there anxiously, making call after call.Seeing that I wanted to go down, he quickly stopped me. "Ms. Santoro, I've already made the call. An ambulance and the Soldati are on their way. Don't be reckless."Despite what he said, I shook off his hand and charged down. The slope was steep and slippery, and I fell several times before reaching Carlo.He was riddled with bullets, his body mangled as he lay on the ground. He was barely alive.This scene almost overlapped perfectly with the one from three years ago when I saw Lucaro.Trembling, I grabbed Carlo's hand, calling out over and ov

I had always been well-behaved and had never spoken to Carlo like this before. My unusual behavior left everyone there stunned.Carlo stared at me for a long time before a slow, mocking smile appeared on his lips."Wendy, the wedding hasn't even happened yet. Do you already think of yourself as Donna, acting like that in front of me?"His words instantly drained the color from my face. I had been too hasty.My anxiety grew as I saw Lucaro's spirit growing more transparent. I was so afraid of making a mistake that I lost my composure in front of Carlo.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before saying, "Carlo, I didn't mean to pressure you. I just—"Before I could finish speaking, Mia burst into tears. "Forget it, Carlo. I'll leave with the baby. May you and Ms. Santoro have a good life."Carlo reached out and grabbed her arm, then turned to look at me. "Stay. You don't have to leave."Carlo's words were blunt—he was telling me to leave.I nodded, forcing down the suffo